Page 59 of Princess's Revenge
For sixteen years, I had to kiss that murderer on both cheeks and swallow my pride even though I’d never stopped hating de Soto…and he wasn’t even the one who made the call…it was myfather.
Last night when I took Andrea toBuono Fortuna, it felt like my greatest triumph…and then I was made to look like a fool. The capos in the Bertinelli family all look like chumps.
If this ever gets out, we’ll never be respected again.
War is coming.
Soon…
I open the door and let myself into Andrea’s room. I don’t bother knocking. She should already be up.
Francis is long gone. Andrea is naked, writhing, tangled up in the sheets and mumbling…
I sit down next to her and shake her tummy to wake her. She throws a right hand and I catch it before it hits my face. “What the hell?”
“Sorry,” she blinks rapidly and shakes off the cobwebs—a light sheen of sweat glistens on her, “didn’t anyone tell you?”
“What?”
“This is how Ialwayswake up,” she forces a smile.
“Well, now that you’re up,” I push her back down on the bed and peel the sheets back, revealing the rest of her supple body and the perfect tits that God got just right.
I slide two fingers into her sticky cunt and massage her right breast. The moan she gives me is exquisite.
I keep fingering her and use my thumb on her clit.
“I just woke up,” she groans, “what are you doing?”
“Trying to put you in a better mood,” I pull away, turn her over and slap her ass!
“Ow!” She looks up at me with a naughty smile, “Consider my mood adjusted.”
“Good,” I stand, “we’re having breakfast out in the garden in twenty minutes. My father wants to talk to everyone.”
She frowns at me, “What does he want to confess to now? That he killed Jeffrey Epstein?”
I smile, “I don’t think he even knows who that is. Ask him about the grassy knoll and Kennedy, you might get something there.”
She smiles back at me, sits up, pulls me back down and kisses me—She’s irresistible.She goes to work with her tongue and feels up my cock through my jeans.
I break away, put her over my knee and whack her twice on the ass. “Breakfast, eighteen minutes.”
She hops up again, “If you were trying to get me to stop, you’re going about it the wrong way.”
“Go on,” I wink, “we’ll play later.”
She playfully rolls her eyes and gets moving.
She’s halfway to the bathroom when I ask, “Do you want to meet us down there or—”
“Wait for me,” she calls back with authority and closes the door.
Yup…she’s a queen alright.
I go to living room, sit on the couch and watch the morning news. There’s nothing of interest, it’s all the usual—another school shooting.
Sometimes it makes me wonder how badwereally are when there are things like this happening in the world.